Yusuke glanced up at the sound of his name, pencil stilling over paper as his eyes flit to see who was addressing him from behind his mask. Nida, of course, and he smiled lightly. “Hello, Nida.” He offered in greeting with a smile, before his eyes turned back to his paper.
The question gets a small, thoughtful tilt of his head. “At the moment? I’m filling out a scene of the ball dance floor, the way fabric folds and moves as couples sweep about is quite interesting.” He commented, before smiling a little as the man continued. The study of masks. Something he knew well in all for specific reasons, of course. “That is a shame. Tonight has been an excellent opportunity that doesn’t seem to come along often. Masks are always an interesting subject. They are so varied and have interesting details. From simple to complex, bold to more delicate…”
That said, he grinned lightly as his pencil began to move again. “Though I cannot say I blame you for forgetting one, it is a rather exciting and busy sort of gathering. There’s much to do and experience, from what I’ve observed.” That said, the teen shifted slightly and set the pencil behind his ear for a moment. “Luckily, I happen to have a spare.” He offered, pulling a second sketchpad from his bag, kept aside in case he filled the one he was working his way through.
This is a handwave that makes sense to me, thank you for asking though <3
The question gets a small, thoughtful tilt of his head. “At the moment? I’m filling out a scene of the ball dance floor, the way fabric folds and moves as couples sweep about is quite interesting.” He commented, before smiling a little as the man continued. The study of masks. Something he knew well in all for specific reasons, of course. “That is a shame. Tonight has been an excellent opportunity that doesn’t seem to come along often. Masks are always an interesting subject. They are so varied and have interesting details. From simple to complex, bold to more delicate…”
That said, he grinned lightly as his pencil began to move again. “Though I cannot say I blame you for forgetting one, it is a rather exciting and busy sort of gathering. There’s much to do and experience, from what I’ve observed.” That said, the teen shifted slightly and set the pencil behind his ear for a moment. “Luckily, I happen to have a spare.” He offered, pulling a second sketchpad from his bag, kept aside in case he filled the one he was working his way through.